"Drunk in the world of mortals, floating in a boat, dreaming back to the floating world."
On the boat, I spent the night with him, thinking that what I would get in exchange would be a destination, but unexpectedly, all I got was the cold light of the sword's blade.
At the moment of death, I had to be saved by another one.
The price is to become his plaything.
I was imprisoned in those shackles for a hundred years, and finally I was able to leave temporarily.
Met someone again.
His smile, every move, everything looks so much like him...
The sword blade stained red by blood that day appeared in front of me again, as if the pain had returned to me...
The dream of the third world is floating in the dust, and when I wake up, it is just a shadow.
In the dead of night, the rain hits the cold windows, and I stand alone in the empty room, full of confusion.
Speechless, I poured a glass of aged wine——
"The beautiful scenery of old wine is still there, but I haven't seen anyone for three lifetimes after waking up from the dream."
Since you have the companionship of the floating world, why fear loneliness?